Dark Poem

Years after my dad had died, I had a really sad dream. When I woke up, I wrote this very dark poem and left it in his antique metal box until now, 19 years later.

Dad's dead
It's been five years
Still
He comes to me at night
My chest hurts so
Why can't I tell them?
Why must no one know?
My sister comes
He turns and runs across the moor
so she won't see
I wake
and cry
and cry
and cry
Cause Dad's dead.

- Daphne